Sweet Wife in My Arms

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The woman curled up in bed with her hair unkempt, craned her head to the other side out of instinct. Using her hands to block out the light, her eyes that had not seen light for a long time momentarily could not get accustomed to the dim light rays.

She slowly uncovered her eyes when they grew accustomed to the light. When she saw who was standing at the door, her poker face twisted into that of abhorrence through gritted teeth. Her crooked face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her colorless lips moving as though she was speaking, only visible but not audible.

The person standing at the door was not anyone else but Su Muran. She walked toward her, looking down on the woman who was almost half dead. Her gaze lowered, stopping at the woman's stomach, where a slight curvature could be observed.

"My older cousin..." Her red lips parted slightly, spitting out words that were flirtatiously eerie. This very moment her face was paler than Zhu Meina's, so pale that it did not carry any hint of color.

"You must remember to give birth to my little brother safely. Otherwise, you, your father and the rest of the Zhu family...I will kill all of you...Should I die, all of you will be buried with me."

She reached out her hand and Zhu Meina could not help but flinch to avoid her hand. However, she could not suppress the hatred in her pair of eyes as she glared at Su Muran, nor the hopelessness in her reddish eyeballs.

With a loud bang, the door that kept the prisoner here was shut. She clenched onto the blanket draped over her body, wanting to hit her stomach, hoping to miscarry the bastard of her unfortunate doing.

This child, ha, this child, how can I want him? How can I even give birth to him?

She would never ever forget the moment when she saw Su Qingdong laying beside her when she woke up. The feeling of being hysterically despair was threatening to burst out of her - herself and her uncle, and also the child in her womb.

The reason for giving birth to this child was none other than to save Su Muran.

"Ha, ha…" she laughed. She laughed so hard that her eyes hurt and stung, so hard that her heart ached. She was like a dog, a pig. Should they want her dead, she would have to die; should they make her give birth, give birth she would have to. Had she known it earlier, she would rather die of poverty back at her old home than to set foot into the Su family. She clutched onto her swollen belly as she clenched her teeth, biting her lip so hard until it hurt and bled.

She really wanted to kill the baby, even though it was her own flesh and blood.

However, she knew very well that Su Muran had gone insane, but so has Zhu Meina. Su Muran was desperate to survive and would do anything to live on. Without this child, there would still be the second, the third to come.

She could not bear to do it again with Su Qingdong, then give birth to another child. Slowly, she released her hand, hugging her head and wailed mournfully.

Zhu Xianglan outside heard her wailing, feeling displeased as well as disgusted. Su Qingdong, whose footsteps constantly sounded here, anticipated the child in Zhu Meina's womb. Even though he would rather kill himself after what had happened, he was the one most excited about the birth of his child.

Men were total hypocrites. Once, he said that he loved Ye Rong, but in the end, he married her and he never abstained himself for the sake of Ye Rong. He still did whatever he wanted, which resulted in the birth of Su Muran.

What he said contradicted what he would do behind everyone's back. Every day he dealt with matters regarding that b*tch and the bastard.

She laughed coldly. The child could come to this world, but that did not mean that he could live on. After all, his sole use was to donate his bone marrow to her daughter.

It seemed she had forgotten that the woman inside there was not just anyone but her niece, her blood-related niece.

Faraway, a wind grazed by as a patch of green field emerged, leaves budding on tree branches as they stretched their bodies. The days started getting warmer as another season passed.

Too many things happened last year, just like a dream, where some were good while others were bad.

Lu Yi had just stopped his car when he received a call.

"Yes, is that so? Alright, I got it. I'm on my way."

He brought his car to a turn in another direction, and that direction was toward the Ye family's home.

When he arrived, Ye Shuyun and Lu Jin were already there. All members of the Ye family had come together, even Ye Xinyu came back. He still had a pretty face, along with his smile and a deep set of dimples. No matter how he saw it, he looked more like his cousin sister than his brother.

"It's been years. Why haven't you put on muscles yet?" Lu Yi looked up and down at Ye Xinyu who had been dragged into the deep forest to train by Ye Chuji, but he still did not gain muscles, nor was he tanned. He still looked effeminate.

Ye Xinyu's face fell, "I have been eating more than usual now but to no avail, what can I do?" This was his bloodshed tears.

He wished to be muscular and tanner like his elder cousin brother. He wanted to have a chiseled jaw or like Brother Qingyi that bear of a person's body frame, but he was born to be a beauty.

Sister Luo had mentioned that he would fit well in the entertainment industry. His looks were popular among young girls, not to mention with great resources like Linlang and help from his aunt, he would no doubt become a star in the entertainment industry in a short span of time. Despite all that, he did not dare do so. Should he become an actor, his father and grandfather would literally break his leg.

Men of Ye family were powerful figures as they had authority over Sea City. To become an entertainer was something he did not even dare to think of.

"Xinyu, come here," Ye Shuyun's gaze fell on her nephew as she smiled and stretched out her arms. Lately, her life has been too wonderful. Not only did her son come back, but everything at home was also like before now, and she could manage a smile. As to what happened before this, forgetting about those matters would lead them to a happy ending.

Ye Xinyu did a small run over to her and hugged Ye Shuyun. He lifted his face, "Aunty…" He shamelessly behaved coquettishly.

"My dad's been torturing me. Look, I've even gotten thinner. Tell me whether I was adopted, nobody seems to care or love me."

Ye Shuyun pinched Ye Xinyu's face, "Don't say things like that. You are Ye family's child. You and your youngest aunt look alike."

"I feel like I look like sister-in-law more," Ye Xinyu had never seen his youngest aunt before, not even photos of her. The family was scared of upsetting their grandfather, thus he had no idea what his youngest aunt looked like.